Lately it feels a little more like fall than winter around here. I actually turned on the heat this afternoon in an effort to take the damp chill out of the house. Still the cool didn't keep me away from my back burner man, Mr. Weber and our regular dinner date...marinated pork tenderloin and creamed spinach. Oh yeah...
Ken and I went to an onsite auction this past Saturday that was so amazingly craptastic and surreal it almost defies description. It was held at a Harley Davidson dealer out in the boonies,
and assorted man-tiques.
Mixed in was a little "fine" art,some excellent music selections,(In cassette and eight-track of course)
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